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Little jointed stringy things the shape of tadpoles drifted across his vision. He had to keep blinking his eyes to get rid of them, but soon they drifted back.
Mysterium tremendum et fascinans
that stomach- flipping mix of awestruck fear and entrancing fascination.
When you see the veins popping out of my neck, that's an exclamation point.
PICKANINNY, n. The young of the "Procyanthropos", or "Americanus dominans". It is small, black and charged with political fatalities.
The cynics were watchdogs terrifying malefactors. They tried to expose falseness and conceit. That's why their name is still spoken with a snarl.
psycho monsters.
Glass flowers exploding. Slow trail of colors down the sky like stains dispersing in the sea, candescent polyps extinguished in the depths.
From what black wells of Acherontic fear or feeling, from what unplumbed gulfs of extra-cosmic consciousness or obscure, long-latent heredity, were those half-articulate thunder-croakings drawn?
Describe a circle, stroke its back and it turns vicious.
The things you see when you're not carrying a gun
Brutal abnormalities - Hellish, grotesque monstrosities Who made us fall, one and all. They beat us black and blue - And too Their Fathers showed us things, Inhuman things - Forbidden things!
Another one of life's little jokes. I thought it was a tumor 'til it started to kick.
What's the name of the birth defect you have, trampled by a horse during the 2nd trimester?
A dimple on the chin, the devil within.
Doctor, what could you prescribe for Charlemund?"
The doctor looked down his nose at the unconscious form of the arch-diocel.
"Arsenic?"
"Now, really. Something to give him a quality headache and a great deal of memory loss."
"Cyanide.
That swirling devil's clot, that black maelstrom of cylindrical majesty. It is a swirling gray spider egg unspooling, filled with rotten teeth. A biblical monster, God's vengeance. Whirring
The jellies living nearest the surface had transparent bodies, but their edges twinkled and flashed, as though traced by fiber-optic cables, blinking and undulating like neon signs. They were delicate; if you weren't looking
What's that?" she asked the girl, wrinkling her nose.
"Oh, that? That's just Pillover."
"And what's a pillover, when it's at home?"
"My little brother."
"Ah, I commiserate. I have several of my own. Dashed inconvenient, brothers.
Chadwickius frenemus,
An incurable itch for scribbling takes possession of many, and grows inveterate in their insane breasts.
There's no medical term for what I've got.
FIREFLAKES: The stars; as transitory as snowflakes only their transitoriness is protracted.
Eleventh Doctor: [points in the War Doctor's TARDIS] Look ... the round things!
Tenth Doctor: Love the round things.
Eleventh Doctor: What are the round things?
Tenth Doctor: No idea.
They are bearcrawls ... a bearclaw is a donut
Mephostopheles is the name of a male gigolo I knew. When he's reaching up to grab me, I suppose it's an erotic bit of poetry.
How genius to call them thumbnails, because what part of the body tells us less?
Cancer ... the process of creation gone wild, I thought.
Yep those are goosebumps. Or a bad case of arm acne. Or as I call it, armcne.
Billions of bilious blue blistering barnacles in a thundering typhoon!
Cynics criticize, and winners analyze
Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all over the place. Needles in window curtains.
Disordered clumps, wrongly beautiful, like a scan of a damaged brain
You know you drank too much the night before when you wake up with crop circles in your pubes.
The follies of mankind; they are like a night without stars.
It had a sort of a head on it, like a mushroom, and its color was reddish purple. It looked blunt and stupid, compared, say, to fingers and toes with their intelligent expressiveness, or even to an elbow or a knee.
So when she looked in the mirror one day, and saw the beginning of thorny protrusions on her legs, a slight greenish tinge to her skin, she sighed.
It was inevitable. - The Monster In Her Bedroom, Havok Magazine, Issue 1.1
Gold mould as if blisters of the body can become precious metals.
That the clematis are climbing the wall
Fingering spots where they had been torn or punctured by boarhound teeth.
I am not a cynic.
I never, ever, ever had deltoids! Oh my God, when I'm doing exercises and I see them pop out, I'm like, Yes!
Crazy's favorite shape is a circle.
But what are they?" Annie asked.
"An omphalos, probably," said Jacob.
"A what, dear?" Melinda asked.
"A bellybutton of the world."
"I didn't know it had one.
Cynicism is carnality that thinks its smart.
Sunlight dusts them; Water is damp; Crosses pain them; And beheadings cause cramps -
The Wonderlust
probably it's a worse affliction than the Wanderlust.
Their points sharpened like giant pencils, completely
I never could make out what those damned dots meant.
Circles are absolutely vital.
In a cabinet of natural history, we become sensible of a certain occult recognition and sympathy in regard to the most unwieldy and eccentric forms of beast, fish, and insect.
Pec-tacle?
You know, like spectacle but with more dude nipples.
Distichiasis. Your eyelashes. A genetic mutation that causes double rows of lashes
Politics /n/: from 'poly ticks', short for 'many small bloodsucking insects'.
Winds with little fishhooks at the end of every gust.
A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.
iconoclastically.
About the fearful sphere which we inhabit, whose centre may be calculated and whose circumference is physically established, there spin metaphors whose centre is everywhere and whose circumference shows itself only through holes in the dark.
Nature's fortuitous manifestation of her purposeless objectionableness.
Life is full of circles
It is impossible for a cyclops to wink.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Genghises. Large, angry Genghises.
discombobulation
An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion.
When you go to see the lake, you also see the hippos.
If a man's wit be not apt to distinguish or find differences, let him study the schoolmen; for they are cymini sectores, splitters of hairs.
What am I?"
She grinned. "A pain in my posterior."
He smiled, too, crinkles forming around his eyes. "I like your posterior."
"Yours isn't too shabby, either."
"Answer the question."
"I thought I had.
Ever notice that phrenologists have funny-shaped heads?
In 1880 at the Military Hospital at Constantine, I discovered, on the edges of the pigmented spherical bodies in the blood of a patient suffering from malaria, filiform elements resembling flagellae which were moving very rapidly, displacing the neighbouring red cells.
I likewise felt several slender ligatures across my body, from my arm-pits to my thighs. I could only look upwards; the sun began to grow hot, and the light offended my eyes. I heard a confused noise about me; but in the posture I lay, could see nothing except the sky.
Neatly at its foot, a gauze. I hear her gargling in the bathroom. My hands and feet are blue from the cold and I cannot see through the window for the frost and icicles. When Ana Iris starts
Cynic: an idealist whose rose-colored glasses have been removed, snapped in two and stomped into the ground, immediately improving his vision
The name of my condition is Cartilage Hair Syndrome Hypoplasia, but you can just call me Billy.
Thus a man looking through a tremendous telescope does not see the cirri of an Indian summer above his charmed orchard, but does see, as my regretted colleague, the late Professor Alexander Ivanchenko, twice saw, the swarming of hesperozoa in a humid valley of the planet Venus.
Hoorah, all things lycanthropic.
I don't consider myself a cynic. I think of myself as a skeptic and a realist.
The most violent, mean and malignant passions of the human breast, the Furies of private interest.
Clarity of vision - what you've been looking at from the wrong angle and not seen at all.
The little grey cells, my friend, the little grey cells! They told me.
I always thought that a veruca was a sort of wart that you got on the sole of your foot!
A freakish homunculus germinated outside of lawful procreation.
Miniture protoplasm, the dirty little bastard!
The carnal contact side by side, from heel to armpit, brings shudders that shake up nature like the flights of nocturnal birds.
I think I'll call you Cygnus," Chelsea said.
"The swan?" I said. A bit precious, but it could have been worse.
She shook her head. "Black hole. Cygnus X-1.
I have a birthmark on the inside of my left knee that resembles an upside-down sea horse.
They can fly and they howl, they slaughter depression and headaches, they daydream like gangbanging daffodils, orchids and cherry blossoms grasping mauve toffee clouds, they breastfeed laughter.
RATTLESNAKE, n. Our prostrate brother, "Homo ventrambulans".
My father believed it was a cancerous lump, not because my mother was genetically prone to such a thing, but because he was looking out for the saboteur of his wonderful life.
The cypresses are always occupying my thoughts.
The razorous shoulder blades sawing under the pale skin.
Who when examining in the cabinet of the entomologist the gay and exotic butterflies, and singular cicadas, will associate with these lifeless objects, the ceaseless harsh music of the latter, and the lazy flight of the former - the sure accompaniments of the still, glowing noonday of the tropics.
Cynicism formulates issues clearly, but only to dismiss them.
chooks. You cannot go away and leave
rolling eye balls
Eyes that droop like summer flowers.
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
Do ants get headaches?
The other bad news: Polyphemus barreled toward me, a thousand smelly pounds of Cyclops that I would have to fight with a very small sword.
Stars scribble on our eyes the frosty sagas, The gleaming cantos of unvanquished space. (Cape Hatteras
Dimples should come with a warning: Dangerous! Could knock your world off its axis, categorized as a weapon, proceed with caution.